The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

My daughter pushed herself to tell us to save Arron, then she promptly passed out.

It made no sense to me. Wasn't my son sleeping soundly in his room at this moment? Besides, I had a trusted subordinate stationed nearby to keep an eye on him. There was no way something could have happened to Arron.

I took precautions to keep him from appearing in front of others while we were in the imperial capital. As far as the public was concerned, I had a son, and Beryl simply liked calling me Mommy.

If anyone had indeed been targeting me, they wouldn't have known enough to come for my son.

Unless... Unless the culprit already knew about his existence. My mind raced back to the message from last night. Was the sender aware that Arron was mine and Rufus' son?

"I'll send for a doctor and have her checked. You should head back and make sure Arron's all right. Call me if anything happens." Rufus lifted Beryl into his arms without missing a beat.

I snapped back to my senses and fell into step behind him.

To my surprise, he paused and reached out to stroke my head. "Pull yourself together and calm down. You need to find Arron first. Hurry, or he might really be in danger. You've got this, Crystal. Arron needs you."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Right. I'll go. You should call me, too, if something happens."

uttered the last word, I transformed into my wolf form and went bounding toward my residence. I still refused to believe that they had somehow gotten to my son, but I had to admit that whoever was behind this, they had done a

Beryl as bait to get me and

the more anxious I became. I quickened

we stayed finally came to view, and I spotted my trusted subordinate from a distance. He was still standing guard

form and strode

you in the fridge. Made me promise to make you eat them breathed a sigh of relief. Beryl might have made a mistake, after all. I padded into the

subordinate asked from behind

right, thank

here for a while longer. I'll go check on

a while, and

to get

my palace,

as I brought a forkful of cake into

my subordinate said as

food I was chewing and whirled around with a grown. "And he hasn't gotten

three hours? Not even